My roommates/inmates did their laundry last week, while I stood by and watched (another advantage of being close to home: mooching off the free washing machine). This is how laundry night usually goes down for us/me:

Our basement is creepy. And intimate. (Notice anything fishy about the above picture? Minus Dottie's Swedish treat?)
For some reason, we pwn at awkward looking pictures. Again with the lurpiness. I swear I'm only 5'9". Yet here you can see me undeniably eying Sarah's right fingers. Maybe I'm considering dipping them in syrup for breakfast. Beast.
Nasty looking Oreo truffles and grits: the food of the easterners and southerners.

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